Problems

[Verse: Lloyd Banks]

Somebody call the ambulance that nigga chance got hit

Is the words screamed by the lone I seen that witnessed it

But I'm a take ya back to yesterday before I go on

A Friday niggas getting high drunk and so on, but hold on

There's something strange about the way it happened

Cause he's usually strapping, 4 feeding and Glock packing

Laughing, discussions about how much he's been busting

But he ain't never hit a soul he just digging a deeper hole

But you know

How words travel through the gravel

Task force pass us all play the block as an avenue

Dice games, barbershops, crackheads and what have you

For nice chains niggas stab you

Like what happened to matthew

Chance bragging bout his war stories that nobody asked him

Ego so big he probably left the show and walked past it

He sure did

Spoken word over heard by pat

He from the projects up the block he slid in black pump back

He slanged a black note back

Before he told em what he heard

About the fraud taking credit for shells left on the curb, word

Nobody got hit but fuck it we riding

Matterfact grab the iron, everybody on the block dying

This nigga almost at my door crying

And matterfact cat don't you still owe me for that, that's right

So slim take em upstairs give em the mack

Here's the keys to the acc soon as it's done hit me back

Niggas bleed just like us, the five unforgettable words from The Notorious, the moral of the story is

Crazy glue your lips and don't glorify the drama

Especially if your missing, you need a tube to piss in

A plastic bag to dump in, a bladder malfunction

Mama catchin the holy ghost screaming and jumping, prayin

Sayin my baby ain't never did nothing

You know what your right, but he was out there fronting

There shit to talk bout retaliation on his side

Inaccurate shooting dope heads and innocent kids die

Right, don't mark your grave cause I stand on it

And use your head fore I lay a couple of grand on it

Witness go poof watch your soul hit the roof

Your still disgracing, room made for your replacement, face it

Niggas won't miss ya much when your murked

A few'll learn from the shit, your friends'll make you a shirt

And there'll be no block mourning you with 40's of beer

And marijuana smoke blown in the air, yeah

[Interlude: 50 Cent]

Get a closer look at Lloyd Banks

See his fuckin' medallion

It's a fuckin' million green diamonds in there

What the fuck is goin' on here?

There's fuckin' green dollar sign diamonds in his fuckin' ears

This kid has fuckin' money out his ass